Eyes of a Hawk

Hm.

[There's a pause after this thoughtful noise and then the voice, recognizable as Riza's, speaks again.]

I think I could get used to baking pies. I still need a little work, though.

I hope everyone has been taking advantage of this overabundance of apples. We might get sick of them, but it's food and we never know if we could run into a shortage.

[Private to Roy//Unhackable]

Colonel...I need to speak with you. I'm afraid this conversation is long overdue.

[The PCD turns on to show a hand pulling away from it.  Soon, it can be seen that that hand belongs to Riza as she moves to stand in front of the cabinets in the kitchen of the House of Love and Pictures.  Even though her back is to the feed, it's obvious she's unsure about something.  Her hands clench and unclench at her sides and she rocks back and forth, shifting weight from one foot to the other.

Finally, with a short exhale, she reaches toward one of the upper cabinets and pulls out a nearly empty bottle of brandy.  Standing on her tiptoes to peer into the cabinet, Riza then also pulls out a shot glass.  Well, this is a start.  She sets both on the counter in front of her and...hesitates before opening the bottle, but only for a moment.  Soon enough, the amber liquid fills the shot glass and Riza throws it back, then sets the glass back down (with a little more force than necessary) and shakes her head back and forth, cringing.

She breathes for  second, then repeats, though now the bottle is empty.]

...This isn't enough.

[Sighing, she leans over the counter, resting on her elbows, and lets her head fall into her hands.  She doesn't move and the feed switches off.]

[Riza is outside of her house with Dakota.  She sits on the steps and throws a stick toward the dog, who is getting bigger every day, but still keeps his fuzzy coat.  After a few stick throws she turns to the side yard and tilts her head.]

You are allowed to eat the grass, Bartholomew.  No one will mind.

[And indeed, there's a white unicorn in the side yard, though he's merely stand there looking majestic instead of grazing like a normal horse would, right?

Right.  Except there actually isn't a unicorn.  Because he's imaginary.  Unless you drank the purple potion.  Oh dear.]